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theblackpantherawards-blog · 6 years ago

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Breaking Boundaries and Breaking Walls - Chapter 1 (Erik Killmonger X OC)

So, this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and it stemmed from my love of the Black Panther fandom and movie. There are so many lovely black female authors on their site and their love, writing and mutual support in this fandom made it feel welcoming enough to produce something that I actually want to share with the fandom. This is especially for any black females out there who are sharing their wonderful and creative writing talents with the fandom.

So this is my first series featuring my original character and Erik Killmonger. I also have a series featuring another original character and T’Challa, which I’ll post later. Anyway, here’s the first chapter of my series.

And yes, I am a black author and my original character is black.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger X OC (18+)

Chapter One

“Couldn’t we just stay here and drink?”

“No!” my friends said in unison to my question. I sat next to Monica on my bed as Alisha rummages through my closet, tsking as she searches through the choices for my outfit for the night.

“You’re the one who said, and I quote ‘I’m down for anything this weekend’,” Monica teased as she scrolled through her Instagram feed.

“I know,” I whined, “but I thought we’d, I don’t know…”

“Ha,” Alisha said, as she pulled out a black dress to survey. “You thought we’d just stay in, drink and crack up to movies on Netflix.”

Alisha obviously wasn’t pleased with my black dress and put it back in my closet. I leaned back against my headboard as I watched her continue her search.

“Well, fine, but what’s wrong with what I have on now?”

Both Monica and Alisha stopped to give me a look. I was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts and a black t-shirt with ‘Black Girl Magic’ on the front. My hair was up into a manageable puff. I adjusted my black rim glasses and pouted at their looks.

“I mean I am comfortable.”

They both rolled their eyes and resumed their tasks.

“Girl, going out ain’t about being comfortable it’s about like looking fine,” Alisha sang the last word and we laughed. “And besides, once we get some juice in you you’ll be shaking that fine ass all over the club.”

Monica laughed without looking up from her phone. “Shae may not turn out all the time but when she does…” They both laughed again and I rolled my eyes.

I had known Alisha since my freshman year of college. We were the only two black girls in our sociology class and we ended up paired together for a semester project. At first, she had told me that my quiet and aloofness had made her think I was stuck up and that I thought I was better than her. This information had both surprised me in the sense that she had never shown anything to indicate that to me, but at the same time, it wasn’t the first time that had been said to me. But we had bonded throughout the course and Alisha had “taken me under her wing”. She had a more outspoken personality but found it hilarious that I was, and these are her words, not mine “low-key savage.” Through the teasing, and bonding through late-night talks we had grown closer and she had become my best friend. It was because of Alisha that I had started trying new things and going out when, for the majority of my life, I had kept to myself.

Monica was more of Alisha’s friend, but she was cool to hang around with. They both loved experiencing life in a way that I restricted myself from doing. They moved through the world with a strong confidence and unapologetic force that only black women could possess. And me? I was that quiet black girl who’d much rather be reading a book than talking to people. People are complicated. At least with books I could enjoy myself. It’s not that I couldn’t have fun…it was more like…turning my over-thinking brain from high mode to low simmer.

Monica hopped off my bed and left the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’m grabbing a few shots.”

A few?

I groaned and slid my glasses off my face to rub my eyes.

“Don’t even.”

I glanced up at her and blinked innocently.

“What?”

Alisha arched a brow at me.

“That ‘I’m starting to feel tired’ shit. You’re going out, Shae Shae, it’s final.”

I glared at her.

“I hate it when you call me that.”

She ignored me and tossed a pair of short overalls back into my closet.

“And besides, it’s for your own good. We may actually find you a man tonight.”

I raised my brows at her.

“That’s a lofty goal.”

Alisha sucked her teeth and shook her head.

“Girl, there is nothing wrong with being single, but to still have your v- card and at 26….”

“Wait, hold up,” Monica said, stepping into the room with three shot glasses filled to the brim. I reluctantly took the one she handed me as she found her previous spot next to me. She turned to me with a wide grin.

“You never let a nigga hit it?” she eyed me shaking her head. “You’re cute. I know niggas have tried talking to you.”

Alisha laughed, and I shrugged.

“Yeah, I just, I don’t know, never been intrigued enough about a guy to sleep with him just ‘cause he hits on me. And most of the time I can’t tell they ain’t shit. And once you tell a guy he ain’t shit, he get’s shitty….”

“Because he ain’t shit,” Alisha continued for me.

“….and he leaves you alone,” I finished.

Alisha and Monica share a look.

“I told you she could be savage!” they burst into laughter and I shook my head and slipped my glasses back on.

“I’m glad I’m giving you guys a laugh.”

Alisha winked at me before turning back to the closet.

“Look Shae, how about you just find one guy tonight that you’re willing to make out with?” Monica asked and clinked her shot glass to mine. We threw it back and I grimaced at the taste. She handed me the third one and I blinked at her. “Yeah, that’s one for you too.” I shook my head and threw it back as well.

“Just one guy and see how it goes.”

Alisha tugged out a short purple dress with lace décor along the shoulders. She flashed me a triumphant grin.

“This one!”

Monica nodded her approval before turning to me, her brows raised.

“So?”

“I like that too, I guess.”

Her eyes narrowed at me and I sighed.

“Ok, fine. I’ll try to let loose a little.”

I stood up and felt the rush of alcohol in my veins. Huh. Maybe I wouldn’t have to try too hard. After finding a dress, we went about getting ready. Alisha and Monica had shown up to my place already dressed for the night, so their focus was on helping me getting ready.

I had to admit that the dress Alisha chosen was secretly my favorite dress. The color accentuated my brown skin nicely and it hugged me in all the right places. I just didn’t normally bring it out because it drew attention to me. I preferred not being on the spotlight—it felt too much like I was on display. But after taking the third shot from Monica, I knew that I was going to be wearing the dress with a kind of confidence that I normally didn’t feel. After fixing my hair and applying a bit of eyeshadow and lip gloss I was ready to go. Monica glanced at my glasses.

“Do you have contacts?”

“Nope. I don’t like wearing them.”

She laughed as I slung around my shoulders.

“What, you don’t think I look good with them on?”

I wagged my eyebrows at her and she shook her head at me.

“Girl, you already feeling it.”

I winked and flopped onto my couch to begin the struggle of pulling on my heeled sandals. Monica leaned down to help.

“You might get your first dick appointment.”

I shrugged and leaned back against the couch cushions.

“Maybe. If the nigga shows it’ll be worth my time.”

Alisha walked in the room as I spoke and her and Monica burst into laughter.

“Oh yeah, she’s feeling it.”

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 6 years ago

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Title: Late (5)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst

Note: Reader works for the Udakas as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither every acted on it. Will it be too late?

**This one is short yall.

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You had no idea how exhausted you were, you slept for the entire day. When you woke up it was the next day. You woke up with a smile on your face. Like it was a really big cheesy grin.

Truth be told it had been a long time since you’d seen any action. It had been about a year. You’d never felt like this after though. Your body felt relaxed and your mind felt calm. The last time you’d slept through the entire night let alone an entire day was back before you started working for the Udakus. You rose from your plush king sized bed and stretched your limbs. You yawned into the empty space and moaned dropping back into the comfortable blankets. You didn’t want to get up, you didn’t want to leave this room. You wanted to lie here and go over that night over and over again.

You looked over to the clock on your night stand, it was 10:30 in the morning. You couldn’t remember the las time you slept all night, let along an entire day, it must have been before you began working for the Udakus. Before laying eyes on him. You knew you had work to do. You groaned your frustration. The workaholic in you wouldn’t let you be great and lounge in bed. You sighed out once more before flicking the blankets off your body and climbing out the bed.

You walked across your large bedroom to the window and peeped out. It was another beautiful morning in Wakanda. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and you knew that everywhere and everyone was already in full swing of daily tasks and duties. You were behind.

You dressed as normal. Something in you wanted to make an effort though so you did. You took the time to beat your face, and select an outfit you knew T’Challa would like, one that would accentuate your figure without being too showy. You settled on a brightly colored tribal print skirt full of pinks, reds, yellows and blues that wrapped around your stomach just underneath your breast. You paired it with a white elbow length dress shirt. You tucked it in and left 3 buttons of the shirt open.

Glancing in the mirror you assessed if you were being thirsty or sexy. Deciding the thirst was real, you buttoned one more button only leaving two open. You decided to pair it with some brown scrappy sandals and some minimal jewelry. Moving on to your hair, you decided to put your hair up into a casual, effortless bun and call it a good look.

Once you were pleased with the way you looked and smelled, you began to make your way to your office to attempt to get some work done.

When you made it to the common areas of the palace you noticed that there was a lot of chatter. You listened in on passing conversations. The king had an announcement and requested everyone within the palace in the throne room. You walked into your office and took up the stack of mail and messages that your assistant left out for you. As you went through it she approached you.

“Are you going to the throne room, y/n?” Gizi, your assistant asked.

“I was going to get started on some work but, the king calls.” You plainly said.

She smiled.

“Shall we walk together?” She asked.

You nodded and smiled warmly at her. You put the stack of mail on your desk and turned to walk out with Gizi. She’d been your assistant for the last 6 years and she was a good one. She anticipated your every request and often finished your sentences. She was easy to get along with also and was a sweet woman.

The crowd filled out as the two of you followed everyone into the throne room. You saw Queen Ramonda standing on one side of the throne with Shuri next to her and Nakia on the other side of the throne. You walked in more and took a spot not directly in the front but relatively close. Gizi stood next to you and you could feel her excitement. You on the other hand could not muster any excitement. Your stomach felt weird, it had only felt like this a few other times mainly when you were delivered bad news. The room was buzzing with small chatter but you weren’t. You were silent, trying to shake the foreboding feeling. You caught Shuri’s eyes and she quickly looked away. That was weird you thought to yourself. One of the council members stepped forward.

“People of Wakanda. We’ve been blessed with the ascension of our king, King T’Challa.” He said. The room erupted in tribal chanting. T’challa did not look amused, he in fact looked distressed.

“We will always love our Queen Ramonda.” Said the council member. The room erupted again this time with added clapping. You smiled your agreement.

“We have much to celebrate and today we will give you more.” The council member continued.

Everyone in the room looked at each other, you looked at the people in the front of the room, first Shuri who avoided your eyes, then Ramonda who looked at T’Challa as if she pitied him, then to Nakia who was beaming. Finally you looked to T’Challa who had his head held high but eyes downcast to the floor. The feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach became stronger.

“Today, the council would like to announce the betrothal of our king-King T’Chall to…Nakia of the river tribe.”

The room erupted once again this time with clapping and chanting. You felt all the blood in your body turn ice cold. You lost your balance momentarily forcing Gizi to think quickly and catch you. She ensured you were all right. You nodded without hearing one word she spoke. You looked back to the front of the room and saw Nakia step toward T’Challa and slip her hand into his loosely clenched hand that was resting on the arm rests of the throne. He didn’t hold it but he also didn’t pull away. You felt as if you were going to be sick.

At warp speed the last 6 years flashed through your mind, the conversations, the looks. Then your mind went to the other night, the entire night; the looks, the touches, his mouth, his hands, then the following morning. How? Why? You were confused. You felt tears sting your eyes and knew you couldn’t stay there.

“The wedding will take place in 4 weeks.” The council member continued breaking you out of your erratic thoughts.

You felt like a fool, an idiot, you allowed him to touch you, to see you in the most intimate way for him to turn around and do this. You pressed a hand to your stomach as you felt the bout of nausea threatening to spew from your mouth. You looked up and saw Shuri looking at you, she looked sick as well. You couldn’t look at him, because you knew you’d fall apart.

“Tonight there will be a feast in honor of the soon to be king and queen.” The council member finished. The pain you felt you’d never felt before. It was unbearable. Everyone within the room was hugging and cheering and you knew you couldn’t be there anymore. You turned and made your way through the crowd to exit the throne room as quickly as your feet could carry you. You bumped into a few people and didn’t bother apologizing or stopping. Once outside you accidentally bumped into Ayo. She looked at you and her expression was one of softness. Figure that, a Dora Milaje worrier looking soft because even she knew how big a fool you were.

“I’m sorry Ayo, forgive me.” You forced out before running down the hall. Your tears fell freely from your eyes. You didn’t know where your legs were moving to. You just kept running.

To Be Continued…. 😈

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 6 years ago

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Title: Late (4.2)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Smut (The smut had arrived)

Note: Reader works for the Udakus as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither ever acted on it. Will it be too late?

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You did your best to enjoy the celebration and mingled with many of the people. It was a good time, everyone was in good spirits and you were also, despite the desperate need you felt deep in your core.

After maybe an hour, You wandered away from the celebration and made it into the garden. You were not alone in the gardens so you snuck to the parts of the garden specially for those of the royal family. You knew it would be empty and secluded and you needed quiet. You needed to think and clear your mind.

T’Challa did not come back to the celebration and although you didn’t see him, your body would have felt him. Yes, that is how intensely you felt your connection and attraction to him. You walked around the garden lost in your thoughts all of him. You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t register T’Challa leaned against one of the stone columns.

“Bast!” T’challa shouted before throwing the bottle he held clear across the garden before it shattered into hundreds of pieces. You gasped and stoped in your tracks. His head spun to you.

“T’Challa?” You asked. He looked haunted, angry, in pain. Something was wrong.

“What’s the matter?” You asked concern washing over you to replace the fear from moments ago. He would never hurt you. He was a gentle man.

His eyes flashed greenish, yellow for only a moment before returning back to his natural brown. It was so quick you didn’t register it then. He backed away and looked away from you.

“Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here.” T’Challa apologized all the while not looking at you.

“T’Challa.” You said once again stepping closer to him.

“Y/n, stay back. Please.” He requested without looking back to you. You stopped in your tracks. He’d never told you that before, it was a complete turn around from a few hours ago on the balcony.

“Have I done something wrong…my king?” You questioned. You heard a low predatory growl come from him and saw the muscles in his back dance.

“No.” He groaned out. You walked closer and stopped mere inches from him. You reached out your hand and placed it gently on his back.

“Let me help.” You gently pleaded. His back tensed again but he didn’t move.

“You cannot.” He answered.

“Of course I can, I have a very deep skill set, you’d be surprised the things I am capable of doing.” You informed.

He looked back at you and it was then you realized just how haunted and defeated he looked. You touched his cheek gently.

“What is the matter?” You softly asked him.

He stared at you and pain washed over his face, a pain you didn’t understand. This was the pain you saw on him when you comforted him about the death of his father. The pain of loss.

“My king.” You whispered while softly feeling his smooth skin and soft beard.

“You want to help me?” He asked. You nodded instantly.

“Yes.” You whispered back almost too quickly.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw and in a matter of moments he was on you kissing you with so much passion and need it almost crippled you. You kissed him back with just as much yearning. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, wanted him to know just how deep this want went. He groaned and pressed you more firmly against his body. His hands were at your waist but he dipped one lower to the swell of your round ass and squeezed. You moaned your pleasure into his mouth.

That was all he needed before he bit into your bottom lip. You groaned out. His hand found the attachment for the sweeping train and in an instant he removed it. The material silently sank to the ground at your feet. He grabbed your ass once again and pulled you closer so you could feel his hardened length press against your stomach. You instinctively lifted your leg and used your knee to caress his impressive length. That solicited a deep moan from his lips. He ground his hips and length into your knee before dipping to scoop you into his arms. He walked further into the garden and disappeared within the sea of Wakanda’s other native flower. The fragrant smell was heavenly. T’Challa sunk down to the ground and laid you among the flowers and stared at you. The look of longing was bright within his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” He whispered before kissing you again. You believed him. You kissed him back, taking everything he offered. You felt his hands on the bare skin of your calves, his fingers swirled lazy patterns on your skin igniting fire between your thighs.

“Y/n, let me please you. Let my lips have a taste of the heaven I’ve been denying myself for years.” He begged. The weight of his words stole you breath right from your lungs. The heat laced in his eyes increased your own body temperature.

“Please, I beg you ubuhle.” He whispered before kissing your ear.

How in the hell could you say no, you could’t, you wanted him so badly. You nodded your consent.

“I need the words mnandi.” He continued.

“Ewe.” You responded immediately. He kissed you deeply as your reward before his hand skirted up your calf to the outside of your left thigh. His hands were soft but forceful. His other hand slowly rose the hem of your gown exposing your legs. He gripped the meatiest part of your thigh and you groaned out. His hands felt like heaven.

“Bast y/n, you’re perfect.” T’Challa moaned out.

He lifted your gown higher to reveal your thighs to his eager eyes. You heard another predatory growl escape him before he kissed you once more. With your thighs free to open to him you did. He sunk in between your thighs while he kissed you skillfully. You wrapped one of your legs around him and felt his hardened length press onto your already soaking center. He groaned louder. He pulled away and looked down between your legs. He slinked down your body getting eye level with your crotch. God help you, you needed to feel him. As if he could hear your thoughts he hooked his fingers on the sides of your thong and pulled them down and off. He looked at your slick folds and just stared.

“What’re you doing?” You asked impatiently.

“Memorizing your beauty, mnandi.”

He kisses your inner thigh and sucks the sensitive skin there into his mouth. You gasped out loud and dropped back onto the bed of flowers. He mirrored the same action to your other thigh dragging another lustful moan from your lips. Your thighs dropped back further to meet the bed of flowers beneath you. It was sinful how open he had you and he hadn’t done a thing.

“You smell like honey and wine. I love honey and wine.” T’Challa whispered before placing a kiss to your swollen bud. You gasped loud and arched your head back. He placed 2 more kisses on the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth softly.

“Oh.” Was the only thing you could coherently muster.

He pressed his tongue flat to your lips and licked slowly from opening to pearl, fully tasting you. You closed your eyes taking it in. Good lord this man was skilled.

“Ezihle.” T’Challa whispered. He repeated the action but circled his tongue around your needy bud and continued to taste of your juices.

“Oh god.” You muttered looking into the Wakandan sky appreciating the beauty of the stars scattered across the sky. Nowhere else in the world could you see stars like these, it was as if they danced every night.

You momentarily got lost in your thoughts. As if he sensed this, T’Challa sucked more forcefully between your legs drawing your full attention back to him.

“So sweet, y/n.” He muttered between licks and sucks. He used his fingers to spread your dripping lips apart to focus all his attention on the bundle of nerves he knew from practice would bring the greatest pleasure. As soon as he began his ministration you were reduced to a whimpering, squirming mess. His tongue moved skillfully, going between the gentle fast flicks of butterfly wings to painfully slow torturous, intentional stabs to the nerve. He never stopped, never allowed you to get used to one pace, one method.

When you felt his tongue dart inside your slick opening, your hands grabbed his head and pulled him closer. His moans were stifled but he continued pushing his tongue in and out of your wet channel. You began to feel the butterflies in your stomach which signaled your imminent release. His name fell from your lips freely with every push of his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and went back to your sensitive but needy bud.

“T’Challa!” You exclaimed. He didn’t relent, instead he sped up and flicked his tongue skillfully before he impossibly but incredibly and impressibly rolled his tongue into the number 8. The action lit the spark for your inevitable scorch. You arched up onto your elbows so you could watch him. He looked at you almost daring you to claim your pleasure. The intimacy of your eye contact inched you closer to the edge. Your hips began to circle of their own free will as if they had a mind of their own. You were stunned to discover the whining sounds were coming from your mouth, as the night swallowed them.

T’Challa moaned as another gush of moisture traveled down your channel. You dipped your head back as you felt your release creeping up. You still felt his touch on your sensitive bud but his tongue returned to sliding in and out of you. You screamed out into the night and squeezed your eyes tightly as you began to come. You began to shiver softy but with every movement T’Challa made those shivers changed to full on body tremors. You screamed louder and no longer cared if anyone heard. You heard T’Challa moan deeper and felt wetness coat your thigh. He began to suck forcefully on the bud and that sent you over the edge into another orgasm.

“My King!” You shouted as your body convulsed. Slowly T’Challa slowed his sucks to soft, gentle kisses. You dropped back onto the flowers and tried to catch your breath. Your entire body was warm as if you were lying in the sun, you felt calm and completely exhausted. Your eyelids felt extremely heavy. Your body was in a mixed state of aroused but sated. T’Challa kissed your inner thigh and another shiver and moan escaped you.

“Uthando Oluhle.” He whispered softly into your skin. You glanced down at him and moaned. A smile washed over your face that turned to carefree giggles. He returned your smile but you could tell he was in pain. You sat up reaching for him to come to you.

“Come my king.” You offered. He rose to his knees and knelt between your legs. His beard was completely drenched with your juices and a primal instinct took over. You kissed him deeply moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips. He groaned and kissed you back just as forcefully. You lifted your hands to his waist and moved one of your hands to the massive bulge right in front of your face. You rubbed him and his groan was one of pleasure and pain. You’d heard rumors around the palace of his size and everytime you found yourself pressed to him in training you wanted to find out for yourself.

“No, tonight was for you mnandi.” T’Challa said before gripping your hand. That was not acceptable.

“No, I want to taste you. I need to.” You pleaded. He groaned again when your hand continued rubbing against him.

“Y/n, please. It is taking everything in me to remain this controlled.” He warned.

“I don’t need your control, T’Challa I want you, right here in this beautiful bed of Wakandan flowers. I want you right now, I need to feel your strength, your power inside of me.” You unapologetically admitted in a throaty groan. He looked in pain, looked to be struggling. You didn’t know what he struggled with.

“T’Challa.” You began when you realized he wasn’t moving. He kissed you deeply and passionately. There was something different about this kiss though. It was still amazing but it also felt like goodbye. The thought brought tears to your eyes and you cried while you kissed. You felt your cheeks were wet and opened your eyes to see his cheeks were wet as well…with his own tears. The kiss slowed and stopped with your foreheads pressed together. He opened his eyes and you both stared, no need for words. He wiped your cheeks and kissed them.

“Please.” Was all he said before sinking back down between your legs to continue pleasing you. You sucked in a deep breath.

“Let me have my fill, let me memorize you. Your feel, your smell, your taste, your sounds, let me imprint it to my memory, let me have this…let me have tonight.” He pleaded and the sound of his voice broke your heart. He sounded sorrowful. You swallowed and sunk down to the bed of flowers. His lips connected with your center as you granted his wish.

That night he brought you to orgasm at least 10 times. When you came down he was there stirring another from your body. He never let your body cool, never let your body get to a state of relax, he kept it in a heightened state of arousal one you’d never experienced before. He was skillful, there was no doubt, he used his tongue in ways that you didn’t know anyone could. You must have screamed his name hundreds of times, the loudest was when you felt his tongue at your puckered 2nd entrance. That tore the hardest, most sudden orgasm from you which almost made you pass out.

The night was amazing, you’d experienced so many feelings you hadn’t ever before. You and T’Challa connected on another level, you didn’t speak not one word, but every glance, every touch, every moan, whimper and groan spoke volumes between you. You continue all night. He never stopped never asked for more, never tried for more, he just pleased you until tears sprang from your eyes after all the immeasurable pleasure he was bestowing on you. Before you knew it the sun was rising and you watched it together with him bringing you to your final orgasm as the sun rose over the mountains.

When he walked you back to your chambers you felt as if you were floating. You felt that good. You walked back in silence both lost in thoughts. At your door you both just stared into each other’s eyes. After several minutes you smiled. He paused and returned your smile before reaching for your hand. He took your hand and raised it to his lips and placed a meaningful kiss on the back of your hand. He paused before putting your hand back down. His eyes didn’t return to yours.

“Rest, ilanga.” T’Challa said before turning to walk down the hall.

“King T’Challa.” You called to him when he was halfway. He stopped and turned to you.

You walked to him opening your clutch. You took out the gift you’d meant to give him earlier in the night but never got around to it. You stopped in front of him and held it out.

“What is this?” He asked.

“A gift, I meant to give it to you earlier but, I never got around to it.” You answered with a smile. He smiled in return.

“You didn’t have to get me anything y/n.” T’Challa responded.

“I wanted to.” You answered. He stared at you as if he was trying to find the right thing to say and as if he wanted to do more than say something. You opened your hand and revealed the small star shaped button. He froze.

“Do you remember all those years ago we were in New York on top of the Empire Stare Building and you were acting like such a tourist embarrassing the hell out of me?” You smiled at the memory as he snorted with laughter.

“Remember you looked up to the sky and asked me where the stars were and I said they are there, they’re just hard to see.” You continued.

“I said no wonder Americans are so lost, they do not have the beauty from the heavens to guide them.” He finished, you nodded.

“You said in Wakanda the stars are the brightest in the world and whenever your people felt lost, they looked up to those stars and found solace and their place and all was right again, balance restored.” You said smiling. You loved that memory. T’Challa was staring at you so intently.

“The next day you gave this to me, and said it was made from Wakandan metal. You wanted it to be a reminder that when I was lost all I had to do was look to the stars and I’d always find solace and balance.” You finished. T’Challa looked down.

“I also promised you I’d show you true stars and when you saw them you’d understand and feel the balance.” He sounded sad.

“Right. You showed me the stars last night, and I finally understood.” You said barley above a whisper. He looked emotional.

“Y/n.” T’Challa began.

“I worked with Shuri to add something new because as King of Wakanda you will be called all over and you won’t always be able to see the beauty of Wakanda.” You told him before turning the star to a particular angle. A projection streamed from it in between the two of them to show the Wakandan night sky filled with stars. T’Challa was amazed. You smiled at the look on his face and looked over to Okoye and Ayo who were also smiling.

“It will show the stars of that night, or any night you wish. This…is last nights stars.” You said softly.

“You will never be lost, the balance is always going to be with you.” You drove home. He looked amazed and speechless. You almost laughed at the sight of him being speechless.

“What is this? King T’Challa speechless? Ngaliswa.” You teased smiling. T’Challa looked at you as if he was looking right through you.

“Thank you, y/n.” He finally responded, barley above a whisper. You smiled and nodded hearing the emotion in his voice.

“You’re welcome…my king.” You answered staring in his eyes. He grasped your meaning and his eyes darkened. He took one step closer to you and reached for you. His hands made it as far as your waist. He gently squeezed them quickly before removing them. He clenched his jaw. You smiled and he snapped out of it.

“Go on, you have a country to run.” You encouraged. T’Challa took your hand once again and squeezed it before turning to walk away. You immediately felt the absence of his presence and it was a lonely feeling.

Glossary: (According to Google Translator)(If some are not correct, I apologize)

-Ubuhle: Beauty

-Mnandi: Sweetheart

-Ewe: Yes

-Ezihle: Heaven

-Uthando Oluhle: Sweetest Love

-Ilanga: Sunshine

-Ngaliswa: Surprising

To Be Continued…

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Title: Late (4.1)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Smut (The smut is sooo close) 👀

***This one is LONG. Sorry, not sorry ☺️

Note: Reader works for the Udakus as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither ever acted on it. Will it be too late?

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The next day was the ceremony and you witnessed how everyone seemed to have new life to them, they no longer looked sad, it was replaced with excitement. After all it was the day a new king would emerge, a new black panther. It was a day of renewal. You did not attend the ceremony but you were able to watch as it was electronically projected on every tv throughout Wakanda thanks to Shuri’s technological genius. Everyone who mattered was there in the valley. You watched as Zuri talked about the black panther and watched him drink of the heart shaped herb, you watched in amazement as his entire being looked to change as the herb took hold of him.

His skin looked to radiate the purple color the herb. T’Challa looked overcome by the strength, so much so he dipped to the bank of the ridge momentarily before rising yet again. You saw no one challenge him from the neighboring tribes. You didn’t miss the look of familiarity that passed between T’Challa and Nakia. You swallowed any bit of jealousy. Then M’Baku and the Jabari arrived, chanting their arrival. He challenged T’Challa for the throne and the challenge was terrifying to watch. It was as if you felt every blow he received. T’Challa was the victor and he didn’t even look as if he broke a sweat. Your pride swelled in your chest, he was truly the king.

When you saw him at the celebration that evening he was standing tall dressed in the finest garments, his head was held high and he had a calm to him, one that was not present the day before at the burial. He looked good, better than good. He looked powerful. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as a wave of desire washed over you.

Everyone was laughing and celebrating around you toasting to the new king, a long reign and the prosperity of Wakanda in the coming years. You saw Nakia whisper to him and he nodded his response. You fought the bout of jealousy rising within you. Shuri approached you with arms wide open for a hug and a smile on her face.

“You look beautiful y/n.” She complimented looking over you again.

You were dressed in a semi-traditional Wakandan dress. It was a nice mix of Wakanda and America. It was a mermaid dress all in white with traditional tribal patterns woven into the material that spread across your chest, waist and underneath the attached sweeping train at the back of the dress. It was form fitting and showed some of your best assets.

“Thank you Shuri, you look wonderful as always.” You returned the compliment.

“Has my brother seen you yet?” She inquired with a small smirk on her lips.

“I don’t know. Everyone wants a piece of their new king.” You informed while looking around the buzzing room that was swarming with so many people you couldn’t even count.

“Does that include you?” Shuri asked. You glanced at her and saw her smiling mischievously.

She was now 18, soon to be 19, and she’d teased you over the years about you and T’Challa’s interactions. You sensed she was teasing you now and shook your head in response but bit your tongue.

“Ah, invoking your right to silence. Smart.” Shuri continued to tease. You smirked to yourself not wanting to egg her on any more.

“He has spotted you and he truly looks like the black panther with the gazelle in his sights. I see his predatory instincts taking over as he begins to stalk his prey.” Shuri’s commentary was hilarious but it somehow was also turning you on. You had to get a grip.

“I am glad you are enjoying yourself Shuri.” You surmised. She laughed and leaned into your ear.

“The way he looks at you and only you says something. Perhaps it is time to stop sprinting off little gazelle.” She whispered before she walked away.

You stood there a little shocked that she’d just read you and your actions over the last 6 years. You began to think back on what she meant with how he looked at you. You finished your glass of wine and risked a look in the direction you felt his gaze. There he was King T’Challa of Wakanda, the Black panther standing across the room surrounded by the council members as they spoke, but he was staring at you. Shuri was right, he was looking at you as if you were dinner. His eyes roamed your body and you could tell he liked what he saw. You felt hot all over and knew if you continued to look at him you would pass out. You looked away and turned your back to him.

You resisted the urge to fan yourself instead taking a passing glass of wine and putting your empty one on the trey. You took a big gulp of the liquid and walked away to one of the many verandas. Thankfully, you were alone on this particular one. You finished the glass and took several deep breathes. You held on to the golden railing and tried desperately to steady your breathing.

“Lord help me”. You begged into the night air.

You pressed a hand over your stomach trying to still the butterflies fluttering rampantly within, it was no use. You heard the swell of music from the room muffle and you felt him behind you. You swallowed more forcefully than you intended and it came out sounding like a gulp.

“Y/n.” T’Challa uttered. You took in a deep breath and turned to see him. He looked so good, so regal. He was truly a beautiful man.

“My king.” You whispered. His eyes darkened and he took 2 steps to you while glancing at your hands. He reached for them but he stopped the action before he made contact and dropped his hands to his side. You understood, there were eyes every where and he couldn’t touch you so intimately.

“You look more beautiful than the sunset.” Her praised.

Your heart skipped a beat with the compliment you felt he genuinely meant.

“Thank you.” You responded your voice barley above a whisper. You both stared at each other as if you both had so much to say, but neither of you spoke audible words. You spoke in other ways; with your eyes.

“T’Chaka is proud of you. You truly embody a king.” He smiled and nodded and looked down to hide the emotion that washed across his face.

“I saw him in the ancestral plane. He was there.” He said with a wide smile on his face. The smile was contagious and it made you smile as well.

“Of course he was, did you expect differently?” You questioned.

“I never believed, how could I, but I believe now. I am not alone. He is with me.” T’Challa expressed. You smiled, he really looked as if a weight had been lifted and it warmed your heart.

“I am happy you were able to find your smile again. I told you it would all be okay.” You reminded. He studied you.

“Much has happened.” T’Challa said as he took one more step to you. This step invaded your personal space. From anyone looking in it would seem more intimate than professional.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“I want to touch your skin, I want to kiss your lips, I want to have you pressed to me instead of having you so far being here surrounded by all these people.” He admitted. The admission had your hand flying to your throat to clutch your invisible pearls. Well god-damn you thought.

“I want that too.” You finally admitted out loud in a low whisper. Once the words were said he looked at you as if a flame had been lit within him. He clenched his jaw so tightly you saw the muscle jump.

“My king, the council is waiting for you in the conference room.” Ayo informed from the doors of the veranda. She gave you an apologetic look, one you smiled at.

“Thank you Ayo, I will be there shortly.” She nodded and walked away. He looked back to you and sighed.

“I will find you.” He said. You nodded. He turned and left walking back into the room full of people.

To Be Continued…

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Late (Part 3)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, (Smut (Very Mild) (More to come)

**This one’s short, I felt like I was killing yall with words in the last 2 parts.

Note: Reader works for the Udakus as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither ever acted on it. Will it be too late?

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On the day you arrived back in Wakanda you didn’t see. The entire palace was somber, there was no laughter, no music, no dancing. There was barley any evidence humans lived there and not ghosts. Everyone was visibly distraught. You didn’t see him until the next day when you encountered him in one of the conference rooms.

“T’Challa.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He looked at you and you saw his grief. Your heart broke more. You rushed to him and pulled him into your arms. The action felt as natural as breathing. You hugged him to you and he clung to you.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered to him.

The silence in the room didn’t need to be filled with unnecessary words. He knew the depth of your sympathy, you and the king were close. He always treated you with respect and kindness. T’Challa’s arms snaked around your waist and held you tighter pulling you completely against his body. You felt the hardness of his muscled body, he was pure muscle.

“I am not ready.” T’Challa whispered, his lips skimming your shoulder. You pulled back and looked at his face. His eyes were weary.

“Of course you are. You’ve been preparing nonstop for the last 6 years, you’ve grown so much within that time. He knew you were ready, he often told me how proud he was of you. You are ready.” You championed to him.

He studied you and within seconds his lips pressed to yours. The action caught you off guard. He kissed you with so much passion, so much heat he took your breath away. His lips expertly moved against yours. His hand at your waist moved to the crest of your back. The move made you gasp into his mouth.

He took that opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours. You heard a moan escape your lips and he responded with one of his own. The kiss was the most exhilarating thing you’d ever felt. He tasted of ever delicious thing in the wold, he also tasted of grief. You felt the backs of your thighs bump into the conference table. He slid you onto it in one quick movement. You opened your legs slightly to welcome him closer and he accepted the invitation without hesitation.

He dropped his lips to the nape of your neck and peppered kisses along it. You lulled your head backwards to give him more access to the spot on your neck that made you weak time and time again. He expertly kissed and sucked the spot making you mewl your pleasure. You knew this had to stop. Just then Okoye stepped in.

“My prince.” Came Okoye’s voice.

Your lips separated and your head sunk in an effort to hide your face. It was stupid because you passed her in order to come in.

“Apologies, the queen is looking for you.” Okoye answered lowering her head.

“I will find her.” T’Challa answered never taking his eyes off of you. She nodded and walked back out. T’Challa moved to continue but you had to stop him.

“We shouldn’t, this is your grief.” You explained.

“Is that what it is for you too, grief?” He shot back. You bit your tongue because you knew it wasn’t.

“T’Challa.” Was the only thing you could get out before he crushed his lips back to yours.

Your moans echoed through the conference room that was big enough to hold 30 people. The kiss was urgent, as if he needed this as much as you did. As if he’d been dying to do it as badly as you had. Truth be told you really did need this, you needed this and so much more.

What was next though? What came after this passionate embrace? What came next if you let things continue past this conference room, to his chambers? He was going to become king in a matter of days. He would be held to a different level of standards than he was previously. This was hopeless.

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his and separated your body from his by scurrying over the top of the table to the other side of the room. He looked at you incredulously. No doubt wondering when you’d gotten so good at the acrobatic moves the guards in the Dora Milaje head been teaching you over the years.

“Y/n.” He began while taking steps to come around. His voice was deeper than usual, husky even. You held your hands up in an effort to stop him. When he didn’t stop his steps to you, you stepped away more.

“This cannot happen. You are to be king, your father has just died.” You listed off.

“I don’t care. I have held on to this for too many years.” He responded. Shock was etched in your expression. Your hands dropped momentarily.

“What?” You asked your voice a mix of confusion and disbelief.

“You really had no idea y/n? All these years?” He asked as he continued to walk to you. You were frozen in place trying to understand his meaning. Trying to piece together the last years.

“I have wanted to kiss you for 6 years. I have wanted to touch you, bast, it’s been torture.” T’Challa admitted.

He slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his body. He kissed your cheek and went to your ear and kissed there. You shivered as goosebumps erupted all over you. He kissed your ear again this time slipping the tip of his tongue along it. You groaned out as more heat and wetness pooled between your legs.

“I will take no more torture y/n. Do you hear me? I will not have it.” His voice was so deep, so sinfully delicious sounding.

“I will have you.” He finally said while staring deep into your eyes. You heard 3 knocks on the door. T’Challa’s body tensed as he released his own groan almost instantaneously.

“I have to go. Will you be at the ceremony?” He asked. His fingers were swirling at your hip, distracting you.

Only Wakandan natives were allowed, you were not one.

“I am not a native, I cannot.” You whispered.

“Bast!” He exclaimed.

“It’s alright, I am sure you can handle this alone, plus you will have the queen and your sister there.” You added.

“But I will see you at the celebration after, right?” He asked with a hint of vulnerability laced in his voice. You nodded.

“Of course, by then you will be King.” You answered.

His hand softly trailed up your exposed arm to your shoulder, across your neck before he traced your jaw. You took a moment to recognize and appreaciate how good his hands felt on your skin.

“Not just king, I will be your king.” He whispered and caressed your cheek in the process.

One simple action and the simple word of your was all it took to make you shiver. The implications and hidden meanings in his words were endless. T’Challa placed one more kiss to your lips before walking to the door. You stood there unable to move. You heard the soft click of the door as it closed and you sighed out. While desire was gripping you, another feeling was also overcoming you. Impending doom.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. You saw him the next for the burial of King T’Chaka. He was surrounded by his family, and the council members. He looked tired, and grief stricken, they all did.

Your place was not next to him. It saddened you especially when your eyes met and you recognized how much anguish he was in. He was putting on a brave face, a strong exterior. You could always see right through him. The burial ceremony for King T’Chaka was beautiful, everyone wept, except T’Challa. He was a pillar of strength and control. He already embodied a king. You weren’t surprised, he’d been groomed since birth for this.

After the ceremony you briefly spoke with him to express your sympathy. The way he clasped your hands within his so tightly you knew he was uneasy. His eyes said he wished you were next to him. You wished it too. When you hugged Queen Romanda her hold on you was comforting. She always was kind to you and often said you were an honorary member of the family, she fought for you to be able to reside in the palace instead of in the nearby village as the council thought was more appropriate for an outsider and worker.

Your mind went back to the last conversation you had with King T’Chaka before his untimely death and wondered what he meant. You expected you’d never know now. You moved down to Shuri and hugged her tightly. You two had gotten incredibly close over the last 6 years. She loved her father fiercely and you knew she was devastated, but she was strong. She knew the life cycle and she had known the day would come.

“If you need me Shuri you know where I am.” You whispered to her.

“I am always here for you.” You added squeezing her hands gently to emphasis your meaning and sincerity.

“You are a true friend y/n.” Shuri replied solemnly. You nodded and walked from the line.

It was truly a sad day for the Udakus.

To be Continued…

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Title: Late (Part 2)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, (Smut is coming, I PROMISE)

Note: Reader works for the Udakas as an International Political Advisor. The attraction has always been there but neither every acted on it. Will it be too late?

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This endless cycle continued and with each passing day you began to loose your mind more and more. It wasn’t healthy to lust after one man this much, this hard. Yes there had been other men for you, you’d had relationships of course. Given none of them lasted longer than 9 to 11 months, with the exception of one that lasted for almost a year and a half, but there were other men.

Through all your relationships some point in time you always expected them to be T’Challa. Always expected them to get your jokes without explanation, expected them to be able to discuss different countries’ strengths and weaknesses as it posed to their ecosystem and hold a debate as to why half of the international policies were so hard for different countries to abide by or even get on board with. Hell you expected them to stimulate your mind and light your body on fire the way T’Challa did. The insane part was that T’Challa had never even touched your body in the sense to set it on fire, but you dreamed about it, several nights a week. When they all failed to live up to your possibly unfair expectations, your attention faded and so did the relationship.

2 years of this and you knew you couldn’t take much more. You ached with how much you craved him, craved his touch. You wanted more, you needed more. You had no idea how he felt but if the hardness you felt against you nearly every time you sparred was any indication to his feelings then perhaps he felt the same way. Perhaps he felt the same way when your eyes remained glued to each other for a moment too long, or when your fingers remained touching a little too long after taking something from him, or even the tight clench of his jaw every time he heard of another date you had. Maybe?

Long ago the Wakandan council members implemented that the King had to marry a woman of Wakanda, outsiders were not welcomed. The only reason they allowed you was because King T’Chaka vouched for your worth and over the years you’d more than proved yourself, more than shown them all that you were not an outsider. Wakanda was your home now, you’d long left everything and everyone behind when you took the job with the king 6 years ago. They respected you, and they liked you, but that did not change things. This was an old country after all built on tradition and principles of old.

You’d almost made your decision that you were going to take a risk when one day you saw him laughing with another woman, Nakia.

They’d grown up together, trained together, everyone loved her but it wasn’t clear to you T’Challa’s feelings for her. You were jealous, but knew you had no right. You had no claim to him. So you swallowed your emotions and kept things professional.

On the night of Wakanda’s summer Cycle Banquet you saw he kept her by his side, they laughed and whispered heartily all through dinner, which he placed her next to him. Once the festivities continued on into the ballroom, she remained close to him with a smile plastered to her face.

The sight burned you. It burned you badly, so badly you had to keep your distance or else your salty ass would be discovered by anyone who spent more tan 5 seconds with you. You’d never been a jealous woman. Never. Never had you been salty over anything or anyone. You were feeling it tenfold now.

You left the room before the celebration finished needing to be away from everything and everyone; especially him. You snuck away to the gardens with a bottle of Wakandan wine, the good stuff and hid out.

The garden was deserted mostly being that all the entertainment was happening in the ballroom. You felt relieved that you could turn off for a few moments. You kicked off your 4 inch heels an sighed from the relief. You stared at the shoes. T’Challa had gifted them to you.

You’d protested for a week that you could not accept them but he would not hear it. You played back and forth, him leaving the gift in your office, you making your assistant return it to his an back and forth. This went on for 2 weeks before you succumbed and accepted the damn thing. He’d even gotten the size correct.

It wasn’t long before T’Challa found you. His tie was off and the first few buttons of his dress shirt was undone.

“Hiding out?” He accused.

“No, enjoying the quiet and my solitude.” You snapped. He got the meaning of your words and nodded.

“I’m sorry to intrude y/n.” T’Challa lowly responded before turning to walk away. He took a few steps and you regretted your words. He’d never been mean to you.

“Prince T’Challa, wait.” You voiced. He stopped.

“No need to be so formal y/n.” T’Challa corrected.

“Well I live here, which makes you my prince. Doesn’t it?” You asked. He turned to you and walked back.

“Be that as it may, I’ve always been T’Challa to you, I am still him. Prince or not.” He explained. You studied him and nodded.

“Okay.” You looked down to your hands and took a swig of the wine.

“Then sit with me T’Challa, enjoy the quiet.” You offered. He smiled his crooked smile and your heart fluttered. Damn it you thought to yourself. T’Challa sat down next to you and you both sat in silence for a few moments.

“Are you going to share that or what?” He said nodding to the bottle in my hands.

“Give me one reason why I should?” You teased.

“Well friends share with friends.” He played along.

Friends. The words were true but you didn’t like the sound of them. You looked down and held out the bottle to him. He read the change in your body language or disposition.

“Have I done something wrong?” He inquired.

“What could you possibly have done wrong?” You responded.

T’Challa took the bottle and drank from it not minding the fact that your lips had just been on the same bottle. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down as he swallowed. You wondered how his skin tasted right at that spot. Was it bitter because of they scent he’d chosen for the night? Was it salty from his sweat? Was it sweet like ripe mangoes? Or could it be all three?

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as the urge to find out overcame you. T’Challa glanced at you and then your mouth. Almost instantly you snapped out of it and looked away.

“You and Nakia looked to be having a wonderful time tonight.” You mentioned. The moment the comment came from your lips your regretted it. To your ears it sounded like something a jealous woman would say.

“She is one of my oldest friends.” T’Challa responded plainly. You nodded because words escaped you.

“You are probably my truest friend though y/n.” He said. You felt his eyes on you. You clenched your jaw, it was almost as if you tasted bitterness from the word friend.

“You’ve only known me for a few years.” You responded without looking at him.

“It doesn’t matter if I’d only known you for a few months. If there is a connection between you and someone then time does not matter. Time is just that y/n.” T’Challa explained. You let his words swim around your head. When you didn’t responded, continued.

“I feel a connection to you y/n, I’ve felt it since my father introduced us. I am glad we’ve become friends.” He innocently explained. You grabbed the bottle from his hands and chugged a few gulps of the wine. He watched in shock as you did.

“Slow down, remember Wakandan wine is very strong.” He warned.

“I need something strong to drown out my thoughts tonight.” You absentmindedly admitted.

“What is troubling you y/n?” You sighed and took another hearty gulp from the bottle. You began to slowly feel the effects of the wine. Your mind was becoming hazy.

“I love Wakanda.” You admitted.

“I’m happy to hear that, Wakanda loves you.” T’Challa answered.

The last part was barley above a whisper. You looked at him and the look in his eyes was one of shyness. Your faces were close enough that you could see the dilation of his eyes, but not close enough for you to press your lips to his.

“Y/n.” T’Challa whispered. He moved his face closer to yours. He smelled good, he smelled like the sun, African musk and desire. God you wanted this man. He rested his forehead on yours.

“This is highly inappropriate.” You whispered.

“I know.” T’Challa whispered back.

“It’s highly unprofessional too.” You added.

“I know.” He answered again.

“I work for your father, I work for Wakanda.” You reminded.

“I know.” He whispered huskily.

“I am an outsider.” You finally whispered. He touched the nape of your neck and you gasped in slowly.

“You are no outsider, y/n.” You risked a look into his eyes and what you saw there made you want to risk it all. You inched to him and he followed.

“T’Challa.” Came the king’s voice. You pulled away from him as if he were an open flame. You turned your head away in embarrassment.

“Father.” T’Challa stated. King T’Chaka looked between the two of you. Neither you or T’Challa dared look in his direction.

“The council wanted to have a talk about the new training methods, I thought you were the best to discuss this with.” T’Chaka answered.

“Unless I am interrupting something.” T’Chaka spoke, you heard amusement in his tone. T’Challa rose to his feet leaving the bottle of wine sitting on the ground.

“No father, I shall talk to them now. Shall we?” He exclaimed.

“All right. Feel free to join us y/n, your insight it always trusted and valued.” T’Chaka voiced. You’d hoped you were invisible. Your voice was nonexistent at the moment. You cleared your throat.

“No King T’Chaka, I am sure my opinions are not needed, you have the best mind for the matter in your son.” You complimented. T’Challa smiled as did his father.

“Good night y/n.” T’Chaka added before walking off. You groaned to yourself as they both walked back to the party.

After that you decided to take some time off. You were losing your mind and barley had any control over your body. Your want was too much. You had to find a way to get past it, get over it and move forward without feeling like a cheetah in heat. You informed the king you’d take 2 weeks to yourself. He approved heartily stating you’d been working so much over the last few years that you needed a break. He was right, in the years you’d worked for the Udakus and lived in Wakanda you barely took any time off, except the allotted weekends or holidays that no one worked on. You took a day or two here or there, you never quite managed to inch up to an actual vacation.

“Perhaps when you return you and I can discuss this matter with you and my son.” You were caught complete off guard and froze. You had to play it off.

“What…what matter King T’Chaka?” You innocently asked. He smiled and sat down behind his desk.

“The matter that has transitioned into something not so innocent. The matter that is the reason for this sudden need for 2 weeks off.” He informed.

Did he know? Know what though? You and T’Challa had never said anything, done anything. Could he have somehow picked up on your runaway unconscious actions?

“Calm yourself y/n. Ramonda and I truly value you, and we are not blind. 2 weeks, we will all sit down, you, my queen and my son. Enjoy your time.” He announced before looking away to his computer screen.

You were confused, but you didn’t know how to ask for clarification so you left his office and tried to figure it out yourself. He knew something. What did he mean by they weren’t blind? What did he mean by you’d sit and talk? You were so confused and nervous. You wasted no time packing and getting on the ship that would take you home to Texas. You purposely didn’t say goodbye. You couldn’t, hell you barley trusted yourself after the last time you were together. So you left without even a note to him. To be truthful you knew you were running and you knew it, but that did not stop you.

You visited your parents and used the time to think and clear your head. You were so confused by your feelings, confused by your wants and your conflicting obligations. You expected time to help make things clear but all time did was make you miss T’Challa. Even worse you couldn’t figure out King T’Chaka’s meaning. You couldn’t grasp what he meant and the more you thought about it, the more confused and nervous you became.

Four days before you were to return to Wakanda you and your mother were making jam in the kitchen enjoying the mother/daughter time; you heard the breaking news of what happened in Vienna. You heard the news that King T’Chaka was killed. Immediately your heart sank and your first thought was of T’Challa. You saw the image of him cradling his father’s lifeless body surrounded by rubble and your heart broke. You immediately prepared to go back. Go back to him.

To be Continued…

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 6 years ago

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Major girl crush on Lupita. She makes it look effortless and so classic. 😍🤩

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 6 years ago

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black panther imagine: zaddy t'challa night vibes

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Title: Late

T’Challa X Black Reader

**Part 1 of Possible more parts?

Warning: Angst, Fluff, (Smut to come)

Note: Reader works for the Udakus as an International Political Advisor. The attraction was always there but neither ever acted on it. Will it be too late?

***So here it is, my first fic. 😳 If there are any typos forgive me 🙏🏽. What do yall think? 🤔

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You and prince T’Challa met in America when he was first there with his father. His father was grooming him to be king one day. You were King T’Chaka’s International Advisor. Your job was to advise him on international matters with Wakanda’s best interest always prevailing. You were highly qualified because of your 4 degrees, 2 bachelors, one in political science, another in Economics with a minor in Law, a masters in Law and a PhD in International Relations and Law and T’Chaka had the good sense to contract your services before any other offers came your way. You had 3 others from other powerful countries, T’Chaka sweetened the pot with a ridiculous signing bonus and salary but when swayed you to Wakanda and it’s king was what Wakanda stood for, their beliefs, you fell in love with Wakanda.

You worked hard to be where you were and did not want any distractions. When King T’Chaka introduced you to his young, but mature minded, handsome son Prince T’Challa the attraction was immediate for the two of you, but you pushed it to the side. You were nothing if not professional.

Since you were always with King T’Chaka he trusted you to further Wakanda’s hold on the world, he wanted Wakanda to remain unknown, he wanted no one to know of how powerful Wakanda was but he wanted the country to become more involved in international politics. He wanted you to help him and the country take it’s rightful place at the table with all the other powerful countries and helped you did. You ensured that the world took Wakanda serious and saw just what a powerful ally it was without disclosing it’s secret power and resource, vibranium.

You worked for T’Chaka for 4 years. In those 4 years you watched him groom T’Challa to take his place as king one day. T’Challa took more and more of an interest in the politics of the country and in the politics the country would have with others. With each passing month, he became more and more apt and with each passing year and he also took more and more initiative in learning all he could not only form his father the king, but also from you. Over the year he also took more of an interest in you apart from your formal role within the family.

You often had dinner with the king and the prince tagged along. You traveled with the king and the prince tagged along, you went to summits, galas and there was the prince. He was never far and because of this you both developed a friendship that strengthened over time to the strongest bond you had ever had. That either of you had ever had. This was especially true for T’Challa, he only had his mother and sister to confide in but now there was you. He valued your advice, valued your opinions, and enjoyed spending time with you. He enjoyed it very much.

Over the 4 years of friendship you saw all the women he paraded around, the models, the actresses, they were all beautiful yes, and every one made you green with jealousy because they all exhibited something you didn’t have, something you lacked. Either it was beauty, or a slender body, or fertile accolades, but you kept it to yourself and played the good friend. T’Challa also saw the men you dated, many within the political field, lawyers, CEOs, they were all something he didn’t think he was, he saw something he lacked in all of them. Good looks, familiarity with American culture, intelligence, an easy nature. It hurt to see you with them but he bit his tongue and played the good friend.

Upon the 4th year of you working for the Udakas things changed after a night of celebrating the political accords between America and Wakanda. This was the first step of many to be taken but it was a step in the right direction. It took a lot of hard work on your part and you were relieved everyone got what they wanted with this accord. You, King T’Chaka and T’Challa had a wonderful dinner, and enjoyed a casino together.

You always loved the interaction between T’Chaka and T’Challa, they truly loved each other with a tenderness that melted your heart.

King T’Chaka excused himself once you returned to the suites but pushed for the two of you to continue celebrating together. You did, you deserved it after all. You both continued drinking and laughing alone in the suites. Things were always easy between the two of you. It always felt as easy as breathing. He’d made a joke about the reason why the accords were signed was because the politician that had the president’s ear had a crush on you and took your friendly conversation as a hope he had a chance. You laughed it off but he continued.

“Who can blame the man for being infatuated with you. You’re brilliant, brave and beautiful. The 3 bs.” T’Challa slurred. You’d laughed it off but his words rang in your ears. He’d never been so blunt before.

“Beautiful huh.” You shyly repeated.

“Yes, of course. You have to know you are gorgeous y/n.” T’Challa reiterated. You looked at him and your eyes met. You began to feel uncomfortable and looked away shrugging your shoulders.

“I always knew you were humble but I never knew how humble until this moment.” T’Challa said before taking a hefty gulp from the whisky bottle.

“Y/n, look at me.” T’Challa requested. You were reluctant. You’d had quite a bit of whisky and you didn’t know if you were clear headed enough to look into his milk chocolate eyes. You’d always loved his eyes, they were the most hypnotizing part of him.

“Y/n.” You took a deep breathe and looked at him and peered into his eyes.

God they were beautiful. You’d had so many dreams about his eyes. T’Challa stared into your eyes and in that moment neither of you spoke. It seemed you both were at a loss for words.

“You’re a very, very beautiful woman.” T’Challa whispered.

You saw his eyes dilate and your mouth went dry. His tongue snaked out and slowly roamed his full lips. Your eyes quickly darted to his lips. You’d never wanted to taste a pair of lips as much as this moment. Like a chain reaction you licked your own lips and his eyes flittered to your red painted lips. He stared at them for what felt like forever but was only a few moments.

You saw his hand rise from the corner of your eye before you felt it on your jaw. He slowly and gently caressed your jaw. Your heart was pounding so rapidly you hoped he couldn’t hear it. His thumb trailed to your chin and snuck to you bottom lip. His thumb slowly traced your bottom lip. The action made heat flush your cheeks, butterflies flutter in your stomach and wetness puddle in your panties.

T’Challa’s eyes never left your mouth, he looked mesmerized by the path of his thumb. You risked peeking your tongue out to tip his thumb. You heard him suck in a hearty breath as if the slight touch caused him pain. His eyes went back to your eyes. You wanted him, you wanted him so much you felt your nipples bead aching for his touch. T’Challa inched his head closer to yours. You felt a slight panic.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that okay? Would that be unprofessional? Would that put your position at jeopardy? The question wasn’t if you wanted him to god yes you wanted him to. The question was if you should, if you could. He was a prince. Weren’t there rules? Although the questions filled your head you felt your own body sway to him as your head inched closer to his. The heat in the room rose and the tension surrounding the two of you was so heavy, so intense you were becoming more and more intoxicated off of it. You both slowly moved closer until you were mere inches from each other.

“My prince.” Came Okoye’s voice from the doorway.

You both immediately pulled back and separated your already too close bodies. T’Challa looked down and clenched his jaw while you shot up to your feet moving away from the couch. Okoye looked between the two of you with a look that looked close to amusement.

From that moment things changed. After that night you two didn’t speak for several weeks. He left the next day and went back to Wakanda early. You were hurt of course but you were also confused. You didn’t see each other until 3 weeks later when you went back to Wakanda with the King. You never spoke about it, just danced around it. After that night you saw him looking at you often, his eyes often roamed your body. You pretended not to notice but you noticed.

Shit you checked him out too. You checked him out every time you happened upon him and Okoyo or Ayo training in the combat room. He often trained shirtless and it gave you a chance to admire his sculpted and toned body. His shoulders were your favorite, broad and muscular, you had plenty of wet dreams where your legs were draped over those shoulders receiving the gift of his mouth. You checked him out when he accompanied his father, the king to meetings and functions. It felt like your second job was having wet dreams about the man.

After that night there were fleeting moments where the two of you were just a little closer to each other than necessary, times where when he whispered to you his lips touched your ear unnecessarily. Times when he’d happened to be at your favorite spots in Wakanda, the palace garden, looker’s cliff the best place to view the valley in Wakanda, even the lookout cave atop Shuri’s lab where you loved to watch the sunset. His excuse was always…

“I didn’t know you’d be here.”

He knew, he had to.

To be continued….

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